The Dream

Part I. Summoned

 

I found myself in the room with me sitting on the bench on the left side of the simple wooden table.

I sensed many people on the bench but couldn't really see anyone clearly, just a human body's silhouettes.

The bench was infinite and it stretched far beyond the extents of the room into the haziness of the outside void.

I briefly glanced at the people on the bench.

Some with beards and no clothes.

No one was smiling.

I wondered about them and their stories for a second.

Opposite of the bench I was sitting on and adjacent to the table was a bed.

The naked man and a woman were on the bed though I could only clearly see the man.

I clearly saw his face with the rest of his body visible but not pronounced.

He had a dark beard around his face and he was clearly of Middle-Eastern appearance.

He was smiling and nodding occasionally but without any particular reason.

It wasn't apparently clear to me whether he was aware of my presence or not.

But he was relaxed and looked happy.

I couldn't see the woman clearly, just an outline.

Dark skinned man was sitting presiding at the table.

Perfect body and beautiful face.

He also was naked but I only saw his upper part and the rest was hidden by the table.

He was holding his head with his hand and was thinking deeply.

He lifted his head and said aloud:

"It is impossible.

I am in every one's head.

How is it possible?

Why is he not doing it?

Why is he not listening to my voice in his head?"

He wasn't addressing anyone in particular and speaking to himself.

It seemed that he was talking to me.

I felt the urge to say something.

I felt that I knew what he was referring to.

The urge to speak overcomes me and I raised my hand and said:

"I can think of anything and all sorts of thoughts coming into my head.

Some are quite dark and cruel.

But as soon as I listen to the music I am incapable of doing anything wrong, evil things and having dirty thoughts.

Bach, Vivaldi, Prajna Paramita Mantra.

There is no power over me other than music.

I feel clean again as I was just born again"

The man took his hand out of his head and looked at me with surprise.

He didn't say anything but I had an impression that I wasn't meant to speak.

I broke some sort of the order or taboo.

I wasn't meant to say anything.

I was meant to just sit on the bench just like others next to me.

At the same time he was visibly taken by what I have said and was processing it.

Suddenly I saw my mother get up from the bench I was sitting on and slowly walked to the exit door.

She slowly opened the door and turned halfway to me.

Her face was written with surprise, misunderstanding and disapproval.

As if she was saying that I have to conform and obey.

She left and closed the door behind.

I realized that it is a good time for me to leave as well as the air of uncertainty felt in the room.

I quickly got up and proceeded to the door which was invisible to me until my mother used it a few minutes ago.

I opened the door and turned around to look at the room.

To my surprise I saw only the bed with the man lying with his hands behind his head in between the man with the beard and the woman.

In my mind his transition from the table to the bed was magical and instantaneous – he simply morphed into the position in the bed.

He was smiling at me and in control.

I smiled back and said:

"If you need anything else let me know.  See you some other time".

I eagerly closed the door behind feeling relieved and safe.

 

 

Part II. Heaven and Hell

 

As soon as I closed the door I found myself in a completely different space and time.

I was in the open field walking along some sand trench with another man.

The man was black and he was only wearing the piece of material around his waist.

It was dark as in the night but I could clearly see everything.

I turned back and saw a dark blue sky.

It amazed me that it resembled water in its movements and was moving and fluid.

I also could see the tree far back. In front of me was a volcano.

We slowly proceeded to the volcano. Black man looked at me and said:

"My life is so difficult. You can't imagine how"

I moved closer to him and embraced him.

I said:

"We are brothers. Don't be afraid.

Fear is only in your mind"

Yet I was not 100% genuine as I clearly saw the volcano and knew that he was heading there.

I felt relieved that it's him and not me going there.

I've been there and I know what it is like.

It's Hell.

We parted and I turned away in the opposite direction and started to walk back in the sand trench towards the tree.

I didn't look back.

Then I reached the end of the sand trench and saw the roots of the tree still far back at my eye level.

I lifted myself onto the plain and started to move closer to the tree.

Next I could see the bottom of the tree and I started to climb the tree.

I lifted myself and managed to push my body on the first huge branch.  It is a huge tree.

I started to climb from branch to branch higher and higher.

Suddenly I see some sort of plain opening in the tree.

Lots of children, boys and girls laugh and smile at each other and play with the ball.

They don't see me but I see them.

They are happy and free.

It amazes me that there were no adults, just children.

I keep climbing and finally reach the top of the tree.

Small platform at the top and I see two boys and a pigeon.

One boy with blue eyes and light hair sits and looks far down beyond the horizon and quietly turns his head to look at me and then turns back to look at the magnificent view below.

The other boy is more friendly with dark curly hair and brown eyes which piercing me to the bottom of my soul.

He holds a pigeon with one hand and strokes his feathers with another.

He smiles at me.

I come closer and he takes my hand and allows the pigeon gently poke my palm with his beak.

I am overtaken with peace and love which radiates from both of them.

Suddenly I heard a loud bang and the tree shaked a little.

I understand that my time is up and I have to leave.

I have no business on the tree and I feel that I don't belong there.

I quickly wave to the boys and leave.

I knew I was in Heaven.

 

 

Part III. Back to Reality

 

Still not fully awakened,

I try to understand and process what has just happened.

The dream slowly makes its way into my consciousness.

I simply can't believe what I just saw and I still couldn't differentiate between dream and reality.

The Dream was too raw and too amazing.

I am reluctant to let it go.

I knew I had to let it go and embrace the reality as the new day begins to shine its light into my eyes.

I get up and go downstairs.

I came closer to the photograph of my two sons.

Michael is a light haired with blue eyes.

Eliot is dark haired with big deep brown sparkling eyes staring back at me.

The Dream was so real.

It became part of my reality now.

I have been to Hell and to Heaven.

For as long as I live I will never forget it.